People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"Even though you don't have the musical talent, it's still good to go and broaden your horizons."

"Are you trying to provoke me?"

The Emperor walked to the bar, bounced around a couple of times, but didn't go up. He waved behind him, and Texas walked over, picked him up, and placed him on a stool.

While adjusting his posture, he muttered to himself:

"Do you think I'd fall for that kind of reverse psychology, such a simplistic one?"

Exusiai went behind the bar, grabbed a bottle of sparkling water, handed it to Texas, and whispered, "You're driving later." She then poured the Emperor a glass of whiskey, and seeing him still grumbling, casually offered some words of "comfort":

"After all, they didn't actually invite you, Boss."

Thanks to the publicity efforts over this period, news of the International Concert has already spread throughout Terra.

If someone is completely oblivious to music, politics, Letania, the World Summit, and Ernst, then they might indeed be unaware of this news. But how many such people are there in a land where political awareness reigns supreme and worldly desires are virtually nonexistent? Even if there are, the Emperor, their boss, is certainly not among them.

He's very approachable, and his staff know his preferences. How could he not know about something as big as the International Music Concert?

Why hasn't he mentioned this at all?

Exusiai thinks the boss is probably just trying to save face.

He's clearly the most famous rapper in Colombia, with countless fans and tickets that are impossible to get! But when he held his international concert, not only did the people at the International Summit not invite him, but hardly anyone in Colombia even remembered him!

The defenses are breached! The major defenses are really breached!

It would have been better if Croissant hadn't been mentioned, but now that she has, look, she's given the Emperor another opportunity to deal with Yu Yu.

He kept saying things like, "The International Music Concert has no right to award me!", "What do those idiots from Letania know about music?", and "Back when I was making music, those kids needed someone to wipe their poop for them!"

Exusiai certainly loved watching the drama unfold; her "comfort" instantly silenced the entire edge of the earth.

""

Silence, silence reigns in the bar tonight. So silent that even the popping of bubbles in the sparkling water seems crystal clear!

Texas swallowed hard, glaring at Exusiai whose smile had stiffened, then glancing worriedly at the Emperor beside her and the glass in his hand. (Zhong QuN:,*$)

He never imagined that a penguin's hand could have "grip strength," let alone the grip strength to make the whole cup tremble!

Or is it the Emperor who is trembling?

"Um, boss."

Texas was about to say something to ease the tension when, unexpectedly, the doorbell rang.

All eyes turned to the doorway, and Kong, who had arrived a step too late, froze in fear.

"What happened to you guys?"

"It's nothing." Texas breathed a sigh of relief.

Although her words were interrupted, with someone interjecting, the topic should be over now.

Kong walked in somewhat timidly, but after reaching Texas's side, she seemed to muster her courage and shouted:

"Hey everyone, I have some good news!"

"When are we having a party?" Exusiai, who also enjoys starting with zero frames, skipped the question and fast-forwarded to the party part!

Kong's expression also became tense yet excited. She pulled out an invitation from her bosom and said happily:

"Let's go to Letania!"

"I'm late today because Governor Wei Yanwu summoned me!"

"He said that Longmen also needed a spot to go to the International Music Festival, and he gave me that spot!"

This matter is not really up to Kong, but the situation is indeed a bit special.

First of all, Wei Yanwu cannot go, because as one of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, the State of Yan will send a special envoy.

He doesn't really want to get involved in domestic affairs right now, so he tries to avoid them as much as possible.

The same applies to Wen Yue. She was the beauty that Wei Yanwu once "chose for the beauty rather than the country." Since Wei Yanwu didn't go, it was naturally inconvenient for her as well.

Chen Huijie and Lin Gerui are actually good choices. However, one of them is still having a cold war with Wei Yanwu about the issue of infected people in the slums of Longmen, and the other said he has no interest.

The Rat King insisted on refusing, and no one could force him, not even Wei Yanwu.

Lin Yuxia was a good fit, but Wei Yanwu was reluctant. After all, Lin Yuxia was recognized by both the legitimate and underworld circles of Longmen as the next "Rat King," and having her attend such a politically charged music festival would send a negative political signal. At least, it wasn't a good idea for Wei Yanwu, who wanted to cultivate Chen Huijie but was troubled by Chen Huijie's rigid, incorruptible mindset.

So, after much deliberation, since no one seemed particularly capable in politics, they decided to just focus on making music.

Lungmen doesn't really need to engage in any games with major powers—except for Ursus. As for that old snake Kosichear, Wei Yanwu still doesn't quite believe he's really dead.

Kong is the youngest and most popular youth idol in Longmen. Compared to other pretty boys and pretty girls who are good-looking but lack skills, her real kung fu is not bad.

Opportunity has chosen someone who is prepared.

Wei Yanwu hadn't completely ignored the idea of ​​inviting the Great Emperor, after all, the Great Emperor was a long-time resident of Lungmen, and Penguin Logistics had caught Wei Yanwu's eye. However, Wei Yanwu thought that Columbia would invite him, and Lungmen only had one spot, which would be in the audience, so there was no need to try so hard to get a response from them.

So, it was a combination of coincidence and deliberate consideration, and the final outcome was this.

Kong loudly proclaimed the exciting news, awaiting cheers and congratulations from the crowd.

But at the edge of the earth, the silence was terrifying.

"Eh?"

As an idol whose livelihood depends on her ability to read people, how could she not notice the unusual atmosphere? After letting out a small sound of surprise, Kong murmured softly: N

"Well, if nobody wants to go, I won't go either."

This was indeed a rare opportunity for her, but she clearly valued her friends more than her achievements.

But as soon as she said that, the end of the earth almost became the end of the emperor.

"*An indescribable penguin scream*!"

"Hey? What's wrong, boss?"

"Don't ask any more questions, let's go!"

"Boss, we're going to work now, we'll come back to find you later!"

"Go, go, go!"

The group rushed out of the bar, thoughtfully pulling down the roller shutter to prevent the screaming from disturbing the peace.

After a while, the emperor finally recovered, threw the glass aside, picked up the bottle, and started chugging.

After gulping down a few mouthfuls, he glanced coldly at the corner of the bar.

"I thought you were always reluctant to come out and see people, Gao Wen?"

Gawain lazily raised his eyelids:

"I just didn't want to bother you because you were in a bad mood. I'll take a nap first, you can continue."

After saying that, he actually symbolically buried his ears.

"Get out if you want to sleep!"

The Emperor threw a bottle at him, and Gawain, unperturbed, was hit, then opened his eyes:

"Why are you hitting people? I've got a sore throat, and it won't be gone without 200,000 yuan."

"You think you can scam me?" the Emperor sneered.

"Didn't you strike first?" Gao Wen retorted.

Seeing that the Emperor simply flipped over the bar, jumped behind it, and pulled out a pistol from the counter, Gawain obediently got up.

The pistol couldn't hurt him, but it could damage the relationship.

They were just joking, but who would have thought the emperor would get so angry?

What kind of shock did he suffer?

"Alright, alright, let's get down to business. I've got some fun to share, want to see?"

"Ha, what kind of fun is this?" The Emperor sneered. "If it's some political drama about Victoria, I'm not watching it. The most boring drama in the world is politics."

Gawain nodded seriously:

"I know that in political dramas, there are rankings. The second most boring are those that criticize the government, and the most boring are those that praise the government. Don't worry, I didn't come to you for this. I haven't cared about Victoria for years."

"Then what's the fun in that?"

"The Concert of All Nations".

"Get out!" The emperor roared, startling Gao Wendu.

"Why are you yelling so loudly!" Gao Wen cursed.

"Go ahead and call the property management if you dare! This is my shop, I can yell at you however I want!" the Emperor retorted.

Gawain's lips twitched. He was too lazy to argue with this penguin. He wouldn't swear at the penguin.

The elegant Lion King never swears.

"Fine, if you don't want to come, that's fine. When it comes to giant beasts singing on stage, if you don't come, there are plenty of others who will!"

Gao Wen cursed under his breath, then his figure was about to disappear. But he deliberately made it disappear very slowly.

Sure enough, at the very last moment before he disappeared, the Emperor called out to him:

"Wait, who did you just say was singing?"

"O behemoth, Yeragand, sing the Hymn of Yeragand!"

Gawain grinned, revealing a mouthful of large teeth, and chuckled.

"You have no idea what His expression was like then. He went up on stage, singing his own hymns in front of hundreds of thousands of people, bragging about how amazing he was. Hahahaha!"

The emperor's expression was a little unnatural, although it wasn't very noticeable on his penguin-like face, and his sunglasses also obscured his eyes.

He often sings in his rap songs, "The Emperor is invincible, his music is the best!"

However, this does seem to be quite a bit of fun?

Every few years, the Beast Lord would hold a gathering to have some fun together. It had indeed been quite a few years since the last gathering. As eternal beings, they spent their lives seeking amusement, and such a fun event was certainly worth the trip.

It's definitely not because I wanted to be invited to the International Music Concert!

"Can you send out formal invitations?"

The Emperor asked in a serious tone.

Gao Wen raised his head and said smugly:

"Sure. Just have Vina stamp a few. You raise a child for a thousand days, but use them for a moment. As a teacher, I can still save face by inviting a few friends to a concert."

The emperor then nodded in satisfaction.

"Then send over the invitations. Remember, make them look impressive, and clearly state that the Emperor and his friends are invited!"

"You have quite a lot of demands," Gao Wen complained.

The emperor ignored him and changed the subject, asking:

"Besides me, who else did you invite?"

"I've invited the cats and dogs, Sargon's, and the Eastern Kingdom's. I can't find the sheep, but you can let him know if you have any news, though I guess he'll come on his own. Also, the High Priest, the Duck Lord, and the Syracuse gang."

"You howled at those wolf cubs?" The Emperor asked, somewhat displeased.

But Gawain shrugged: "Syracuse is right on Letania's doorstep."

The emperor didn't hesitate too much and nodded: "Alright. You can go now."

"Aren't you going to buy me a drink?" Gao Wen said with a smile.

The emperor glared at him:

"That bump on your head is from the drink I bought you!"

Gao Wen didn't mind, picked up the wine bottle from the sofa, hugged it to his arms, and his shadow began to disappear.

This time it was quick.

He had a lot of people to notify, almost enough to travel from south to north and from west to east.

Moreover, he didn't finish his conversation with the emperor, as some of the invited guests were quite important.

For example, [Sami], and [Anma], the Lord of the Deer.